Nov. 30th, 2002

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and if you see her reflection on the snow covered hills, maybe you should lay off the cocaine for a while

Stevie Nicks on the radio in the car. Ack.

Take her love. Take it down. Take it far, far away. Go be a mystic creature of wonder and loveliness somewhere else. Any elsewhere. Dance witchily the fuck away from, well, me. Go little Stevie, quickly quickly, when you're near I'm sickly sickly, go to Butte or Nutley Nutley don't care where just leave abruptly Go little Stevie go.

apologies to Mad Magazine.

In other news...

We're watching Bells are Ringing. Severely underrated, I think. Her Majesty (we took a really long nap. She'll sleep in the car. Mind your own business) and she's into it and I'm into it but we just watched the Pirate and

Vincente Minelli. What the hell were you thinking?

Now, I'll grant you, it would be damn near impossible to be face to face, as it were, with Gene Kelly's butt (here's an imponderable: Gene Kelly's butt vs. the Nicholas Brothers' butts: comparative awesomeness: advantage who? Don't know. Torn. I do know that Gene Kelly's tailor should have won several Nobel Prizes and a few Pulitzers and given that, I suspect that the Nicholas brothers should have a few extra ounces added to their weighted average, but I'm not good on the really big questions so I'll just offer the general concept for discussion) and keep your faculties at full pitch but damn, buddy, that was no lady, that was your _wife_. It's just rude to pay more loving attention to Gene Kelly's crotch than to your wife's face.

No, I'm sorry, it is.

Who is Handel? Hialeah! Hialeah!

It's a long story. Have a good night, kids.

smile

Nov. 30th, 2002 01:05 am
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an awful lot of people have been kind to me lately.

I appreciate that in a person.

thanks.

late.

xox

oooooooh.

Nov. 30th, 2002 08:55 am
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oooooooh.

The first time was an accident, really. I was maybe three at most, and accidentally wandered away from an English Department picnic that was being held in the mountains. Somehow, I remember being convinced that being lost meant that I was lost for good, and I assumed that everyone would just go home without me and I would have to live in the woods forever by myself. It's odd, because even today I sometimes have dreams where I'm driving while lost, and the road metamorphosizes from highway to gravel road, to dirt road climbing up into the mountains, into no road at all so that I end up driving into an icy river or off a mountain pass and then after that there's nothing at all . . . just blank whiteness. One of the English professors found me, though, and brought me back to the picnic. I think this is the same picnic where somebody gave me a hamburger that was, as my mother put it, cook right on grill with no protection, meaning that it hadn't been properly sanitized according to my mother's rather stringent standards. Apparently, up to this point in my life, all of my food intake was rather excruciatingly monitored, and my mother prohibited me from eating with silverware that she hadn't personally sanitized. Torn between Possible Infanticide By Unchecked Bacteria and the Japanese duty of Being Polite To Husband's Sensei Colleagues, my mother grimly allowed me to eat the hamburger. She always mournfully points out that I gobbled it right up, as if this were a personal affront to her. I'm sure I thought it was delicious. It's strange to think that I'm now the same age as many of the English professors who were at that picnic.

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JM: Isn't it nice that E. have carpenter husband so can fix her house? You should find handy carpenter man and marry so when you buy house he can fix all up for you.

[Indignantly wanting to retort that I don't need a man to fix up my house for me, while simultaneously having to acknowledge to self that being rather clever when it comes to assembling put-together furniture does not really count as having significant carpentry skills.]

AH: Mom, I'm gay! Remember? Besides, aren't you the one who's always criticizing anybody I've ever dated who's short of a Ph.D. or an M.D. [i.e., 99.9% of everyone I've ever gone out with] as being "ambition-less"? So now you're changing your tune?

JM: Well maybe you not gay. Maybe you just too fat to get man anymore. But maybe you can marry handy carpenter man and he could be very useful for fixing house.

AH: Tell you what. A carpenter son-in-law? Not going to happen. But if it'll make you happy, I'll find a nice handy carpenter woman and marry her, and then you can have a handy carpenter daughter-in-law. What do you think of that?

JM: Don't be stupid. No such thing.


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Just ooooooh.

hee.

Nov. 30th, 2002 09:16 am
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"The fact that I am now turning as curmudgeonly as the people who write 'you are a snotty young pup' doesn't mean that I'm wrong about growing older. It just means that they're old, too, and appropriately cranky. Soon, I'll be sitting on the porch with them, telling young punks to get the fuck off my lawn."

Hee, I say.
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[listening to a radio awards show on NPR. The producer of one of the medal-winning offerings is discussing how intimidating self-confident nineteen-year-old girls can be]

me: Wow, you're gonna be absolutely terrifying when you're nineteen

HM: Why?

me: because you're already so smart, imagine how much you're going to know with twelve more years of information packed in there?

HM [looks quizzical]

me: and you're going to be bigger than I am

HM: [the light goes on, or maybe it was the reflected infernal glow of unholy glee] and then you have to do what I say!

me: excuse me?

HM: then I get to tell you what to do

me: nononono, it doesn't work like that. Besides which, you don't just listen to me and daddy now because we're bigger than you are, do you?

HM: [wow. I wonder if they have ice cream on whatever planet you're from] yes.

me: say what?

HM: yes

me: oh, great. that's respectful. well, don't get your hopes up, kid, I'm always going to outweigh you

HM: [calculating pause] it goes by tall.

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